Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.